After the 99th Confession , The Cold School Beauty's Personality Collapsed-Chapter 55

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Yao Yanyan appeared as usual, with her carefully applied makeup and alluring peach-blossom eyes. She wore a beige camisole paired with an ultra-short skirt, her slender white thighs wrapped in black stockings, ending in boots that encased her feet.

Her bright and eye-catching appearance stood out even more than the rainy weather outside.

Qin Luo looked her up and down, then asked, “Did you need something?”

“Do I need a reason to look for you?” Yao Yanyan gave him a seductive smile and then asked, “Are you and Ji Yan together now?”

“You guess,” Qin Luo replied nonchalantly.

“So, that’s a no? How delightful—means I still have a chance,” Yao Yanyan’s smile grew wider, though a hint of disappointment lingered in her eyes.

Qin Luo studied her with a half-smile, unable to discern her true intentions.

Was she truly attracted to him? That didn’t seem right—her exaggerated manner didn’t give off a sense of genuine interest.

Could it be she was targeting Ji Yan somehow? But that didn’t make sense either. There didn’t seem to be any bad blood between them, considering they acted like strangers in class.

So, was it about her strange "Minotaur Enthusiast" persona?

Lost in thought, Qin Luo watched as Yao Yanyan's eyes drifted to his laptop. “What are you writing?” she asked.

Qin Luo closed the laptop, not letting her see.

Yao Yanyan gave him an exaggerated look of understanding, lowering her voice conspiratorially, “I get it—you’re writing a steamy novel, right? Is Ji Yan the heroine? Can you write me into it too?”

Clearly, this woman was a bit out of her mind.

Qin Luo rolled his eyes, unwilling to indulge her further.

With a shrug, Yao Yanyan seemed to lose interest upon confirming he wasn’t with Ji Yan. She flashed him a smile and walked away, leaving him in peace.

Soon after, Ji Yan returned from the restroom.

They stayed at the library a while longer until the rain eased, then decided to leave together.

The fresh scent of rain lingered in the air as they stepped outside.

At the library entrance, Qin Luo took a deep breath of the post-rain air and pointed to the distant sky. “Look, a rainbow.”

Ji Yan followed his gaze and saw a faint rainbow stretching across the sky.

The sun peeked through the clouds, casting a soft glow and painting a beautiful scene on the horizon with intertwined colors.

Ji Yan seemed unimpressed, as though a rainbow was hardly something to be excited about.

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Seeing her reaction, Qin Luo asked, “Do you think people can catch a rainbow?”

“Of course not,” Ji Yan replied immediately. “A rainbow is just a natural phenomenon, a result of sunlight refracting through moist air after the rain. It’s simply light—how could anyone catch light?”

Her explanation was perfectly scientific, but Qin Luo said, “I used to think that too, but now I realize that’s not entirely true.”

“Why?” Ji Yan asked, intrigued.

Qin Luo smiled at her. “I used to think rainbows were far off in the sky, out of reach. But I’ve learned that if you really want to, you can catch one in your hand.”

Ji Yan looked at him in confusion, and after a moment, she shook her head. “I don’t really get it.”

Qin Luo casually replied, “That’s alright. Maybe someday you will.”

“Alright… I’ll head back to the dorm then.”

“Go ahead. See you.”

“Bye.”

...

Back at Dorm 606, Ji Yan returned not long before Shi Yulu walked in as well.

Hao Meng immediately rushed over, eager to ask, “Lulu, how did practice go today? Are you confident about the performance next Friday?”

It was a disaster... Shi Yulu forced a smile. “It went alright.”

Hao Meng took it as a sign of nerves and reassured her, “Don’t worry, you’ve been playing the piano since you were little. You’ll be fine. We’ll all be there to cheer you on.”

“Yeah, I know,” Shi Yulu nodded obediently and then looked over at Ji Yan, a complicated expression on her face.

She had seen Ji Yan and Qin Luo sitting together in the library earlier. They looked perfect together, like a picture-perfect couple that would inspire admiration rather than jealousy.

But Shi Yulu felt there was some invisible barrier between them—something not due to Qin Luo, but rather, Ji Yan.

Shi Yulu wasn’t sure why she felt this way, but she was certain of it.

Sensing her gaze, Ji Yan turned to her. “What’s up, Lulu?”

Shi Yulu hesitated, then asked, “Ji Yan, I want to ask… do you really like Qin Luo?”

Her question brought the room to a standstill.

Hao Meng blinked, puzzled by the sudden inquiry, while Jia Ting, who had been reading, put her book down and looked over.

After a moment, Ji Yan responded, “Yes, I… I like him.”

“Really?” Shi Yulu pressed, her tone filled with urgency that surprised the others, unused to seeing her so serious.

Ji Yan met her gaze but soon looked away. “I’ve already said it before. Besides, if I didn’t like him, would I have done what I did on the basketball court?”

Shi Yulu paused, then murmured to herself, “That’s true…”

After all, she had known Ji Yan for almost two years and understood her personality well. She couldn’t believe Ji Yan would ever kiss a guy in front of so many people if she didn’t care for him.

Perhaps she had been overthinking things.

Feeling a bit lighter, Shi Yulu brushed aside her morning’s chaotic thoughts and returned to her usual carefree self, grabbing Hao Meng to play games.

...

In the following days, everyone in Dorm 404 and Dorm 606 noticed that Qin Luo and Ji Yan were spending a lot of time together. It wasn’t just them; other people frequently saw the two walking together, sitting side by side in the library, or attending the same lectures.

They seemed to be everywhere together, talking and laughing like a real couple.

It became a widely accepted fact that they were now an item.

The boy who confessed his love ninety-nine times had finally won the heart of the girl.

And the cold, aloof campus beauty, once considered unattainable, was now officially someone’s girlfriend.

Their friends were happy for them, each silently wishing them well.

A week passed quietly.

On Friday, the day of the anniversary gala, it began to rain.